Who said birthday gifts don’t come year long? Archana sent me these over last evening! Super thrilled and excited to be on the receiving end of such sparkly love, or for any love for that matter. Thank you dear girl! Love them so much, it didn’t matter if bolis got translated to zirconia, just that they are gorgeous, and am ecstatic!
Nice way to end a stressed out week. Am stuck in a technical writing workshop, and feeling a wee bit crappy on realizing I have some ways to go in report writing, which I thought was going just fine! O well!
Casual Fridays is back at work, so am in jeans prompting a co-worker to say “you know, you look so young, I’d never have guessed you’d have 3 kids” and then the gorgeous dangling diamonds in my ears…
The outside is beautiful with thick, lush, white sheets of powdery snow. The green lawns are disappearing fast, the cars are becoming one with the concrete and the rooftops look like grand sheets of cake with icing.
Our very first snowfall in the area and boy, am itching to run out into it. The snowflakes remind me of thick jasmine flowers of the summer - it’s raining mallipoo’s in zero degrees temperatures indeed. Splats of snow as they hit the ground take me back to my grandma’s backyard.
My older guy cousins would shake the creepers and dozens of flowers would fall over my head, as I scramble to collect them all. More buds the better. Long braids needed lots of white flowers. The poola jadas would be braided. A summer ritual everytime we visited the grandparents. I think I beat my sister in the number of times I got that done. Though painful keeping still, not just your body, but your neck and head and we didn’t have Doras or Elmos to keep you entertained those days, I absolutely loved the end result. Top it with a silk skirt, and later on with the more traditional langa voni and running all around feeling cutesy and pretty [not to mention the blatant showing off to anyone remotely willing to pay attention], it was like a dress up party of the present day generation.
It is indeed quite satisfying to see that the daughter now wants to wear langa vonis and does want to do all the traditional jazz. The reasons can vary from emulation of the heroines, to wanting to hold onto roots, or just maybe because like me in the corner of our secret minds, find the attire, flowers and the jewlery a way to like ourselves.
Despite it all, the end justifies the means. Always.
[On a completely dejected note, I realise despite all the googling, I couldn't find a single snap of the original style of braiding. The one linked above is another blogger and is a lot more elaborate wedding style. I should go home and dig some of my older ones or even my daughter's perhaps... hmm..]
*sigh..and now apparently we are allowed to go home with the weather threatening to get worse. So yay, driving back, I can dream of times when all I had on my mind was flowers, my favorite kuppelu [yes, I had my own and despite being smaller and not as showy as my sister's they were the best!] my gajjelu and my green pattu langa.
Ok, today’s been a roll. I mean, work’s intense with reports, meetings and what not, it’s like people woke up and realized they’ve been eating and growing larger, and decided - guess what, we need to work, so at least the stress would make us sweat off the fat!, but it’s been a roll.
Here’s what happened
It started off with a small teeny book that a colleague circulated. This is the book.
No, I can’t post pictures, what with it being NSFW [Not Safe For Work] and let’s face it almost all of us are lurking from work ;-)
I know, you are gonna ask me if it isn’t safe for you to see, how is it safe for us to circulate, at work? Good question. It is. Safe, I mean. I was kidding. Click on it. Be brave. Oh right, wait, did I forget to mention that it was for the girls. Only.
Yes, it is titled “Porn For Women“.
Before you let those engines running off bersek, and I know where you are letting them run, this isn’t anything like the swimsuit calendars you guys dream of, actually maybe swimsuits are lame, and I refrain from saying the magazines in case I get thrown out from work, but well, to a certain extent it is. I mean there are some nice hot looking guys in there and they pose well with just a hint of the taut 6 packs showing under open shirts, and the really gentle long fingers as they hold fine objects in their hands. They also have dashing cute smiles with deep smoking eyes boring into you, but then there’s more.
I can’t believe am saying this, but what the guys are doing or saying to us with their eyes is what turns us on. Yeah. So there.
Some of you lucky babes may not find it that amusing, but it is to us starved ones. The kind who’ve been married forever, yes, after 10 years it is forever, last I heard that was the cutoff - and well, definitely for me, this is a book that provides new meaning to ‘rolling on the floor laughing’ . Of course it also begs to be handed out to the Honey. The honey that doesnt and won’t take a hint when we toss our hair, or show some skin, or a lopsided smile with eyes that speaks volumes, or even the blatant - let’s do it - doesn’t really work. Maybe, just maybe this book could work.
But then again, I mean, which guy ever asked for directions, or cooked a grand meal, or dusted the counter tops, or told us to have another piece of cake coz we were thin. Even if we were thin, there’d always be someone thinner or curvier or more hmm.. endowed somewhere hovering around in the recesses of the brains anyways.
But as they say, if you can look, so can we ;-)
..and so I present the cutest eye candy in the current cricket scene who can bowl looking good doing so, can smile, can even shake a leg and look good on the floor. I mean, he totally stole the show from SRK!
[Pri if you're reading, yes, yes your man's cuter, shhh]
A couple of weeks ago, I bought myself a new bag. A regular lunch hour extending into a shopping trip. Since I was so excited about the sweet little thing, I decided to bring it on up to the desk and start using it right away. So, the old one had to be emptied out and well, the transfer began.
Boy, and what a discovery I made! Now I know why I have this dull aching shoulder at the end of the day.
Bills from:
Noodles & Co from September
Chipotle from September
5 Panera spanning 2 months
TJMaXX from October
WorldMarket -October
1 Blue Bic
1 Red Bic [no idea where that came from!]
1 Boston Properties complimentary green bla pen
The red wallet with the cards
3 - $1 bills
2 - $5 bills
A whole bunch of jingling coins, with a freakish absence of quarters! Just a lot of dimes and pennies.
Teacher-conference notes from Monday
2 sets of keys
1 usb flash drive
Nokia cell phone
1 to-do list replacing the PDA that gave up on me early summer.
A brown claw for the hair
A black oyster clip for the bad-hair days
1 pair of silver hoops. [God bless hoops!]
1 Nail Filer
1 MAX factor 560 Mauve lipstick
1 CoverGirl lipstick 559 in burgundy
1 CG Eyeliner in midnight Blue
1 MAX Factor foundation in beige
1 small round mirror, folding brush
1 teeny bottle of Purell
Listerine pocketpak
Phew! For my own safety and peace, I’ve decided to leave the last 2 groups at work along with the Neutrogena Hand Cream hidden in the cabinet.
So, this makes me curious. What do each one of you ladies have in your bag/purse? Should I convert this to a tag? :twisted: A snap would be great but then we know our lazy selves. Imagine clicking a pic, loading it, and then linking it. Typing away is so much more easier.
ps: I’d love to tag the guys too, but that would be a different post altogether. A lil birdie tells me they have moisturizers, deo sticks and chapsticks tucked away in a quiet corner! Imagine that! ..and people call women vain! ;)
My dear sister is a shoe freak. Really. She is a nice size 8, so the choices are humongous. Lucky her. I don’t quite share the same enthusiasm not because I don’t fancy them but just because my size is hard to get *sigh
That does not prevent me from oggling at beauties. So the nice girl that she is, decided to gift me with a shoe calendar last Christmas. Yes, it’s a calendar of 365 shoes picked from a shoe museum - The Dutch Leather and Shoe Museum, Waalwijk, Netherlands . Showcases the bizarre, the ancient, the incorrigble, the uncomforable and the modern. If not anything it’s provided me with entertainment as I look forward to flipping the page to discover what folks once wore or imagined as art pieces.
This workplace is an almost all-girls place, and most are young with a fancy bordering on fetish for some towards shoes, and my calendar has been quite the morning stop for most. It’s a conversation starter alright!
So, Ive been meaning to guss up the bare gray walls of my cube for a while now, and it suddenly struck me as to why not use the earlier days shoe pics to do it. So yesterday between shuttling meetings and no work, figured I’d stick some choice ones up. Of course since am cursed with wanting to always climb up a level of thought, I went ahead and decided to make a theme out of it! I mean, you try choosing the cute ones between 100 or so shoes! A theme sounded like a perfect way to be fair to all.
So this is the idea
October - fall colors, and halloween.
The angle at which I get to see some beauties/horrors.
This is what folks see as they walk past and stopover.
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I tell ya, the excitement in our tiny place is tangible and there’s laughter in the air! Everyone’s now wondering how November would turn out.. am not telling!
a little sister with wide brown eyes a nose perky like a spur
cheeks chubby as pies
looking up at me as I settle down on my knee folks said: she cried for you ‘akka’ parched lips and a feeble voice
there was a bond something I couldn’t get it just felt good to be wanted by my very own pet.
lugging your bag and holding your hand i rushed into crowded buses twice with you as a tag protecting and shielding as me: a 11 year old fledgling could manage to drag
you shot tall and fair and there you were in my closet rampaging all my wear forced to share i cribbed and let go you were after all my small young study
friends we became sharing stories of boys dresses and let-downs as each shifted blame when accosted by the scary ‘rents
now you’re all grown up home, kids and a partner you snap at the advice I pour an adult you say you are yet for me a little sister forever
i hug you but twice a year make do with our time happiness in a slice
with a beaming smile my eyes filled with pride i see you on a blazing trail while I trudge behind you a snail
our roles are plenty our roles are reversed a confidant a mentor a friend we make a beautiful blend
wishing you all of world’s happiness as you step on the hill I love you with all my heart my dear little sister though you protest against me all you will
Happy Birthday to you Happy Birthday to you Happy Birthday dear Madsies Happy Birthday to you
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